"I'll leave you now; try not to move your shoulder too much." I nodded once and watched Clovis go. I sighed loudly and made my way over to the drawers so I could find a good shirt. I, painfully, managed to strip out of the ruined blouse and let it fall to the floor. "No-one thought to bandage my shoulder then." I frowned, glaring at the hole Nolan's knife had caused. That is going to be an interesting story to tell people. "Oh, how did you get that scar on your shoulder Delphi?"
"Well, when I was 16, I was taken to the Capitol because my dad wanted to kill President Paylor. The train broke in District 1 and after I chased a boy called Nolan Lockhearst off the train, we got tracker devices attached to our arms. I got really angry then took off. I was followed by Nolan, the lights went off and he went manic. He then stabbed me in the shoulder." I chuckled softly. "Yeah, never going to happen."
"What's never going to happen?"
"I was just thinking about what I'd say to people to explain- Wait…" I turned slowly and saw the boy from before leaning on the doorframe. My left eye twitched at the thought of him stood there, watching me as I swapped my shirt. I bent down to grab the shirt I'd ripped and cried out in pain, since I had stupidly used my right arm. As tears came to my eyes, I heard him come over to me. "What…Are you…Doing here?" I choked out.
"I just wanted to make sure you were alright." Straightening up, I leant against the drawers behind me, holding my shoulder.
"Well, I don't think I am. What about you?"
"Well first of all, yeah, you're not okay. Secondly, have you got a problem?" I snapped my head towards him.
"A problem?" I scoffed.
"Yeah, is it a problem with me or is it with all boys you meet?" His brown eyes, so dark they were almost black, smouldered with an unknown fury. "I should've known you would've been this arrogant. Living in 4 your whole life has made you oblivious to the world around you." I shook my head, not believing what I was hearing. "Oh really, living in 4 has made me like this? And what district do you come from to have the rights to criticise me like that? How do you know that I'm the problem? It could be you!" He gripped my shoulders in his hands and I suppressed a wince. He shook me hard, staring into my eyes. I glared back, trying to unnerve him. "13." He stated coldly. He released my shoulders and angrily strode out of my room. I sagged against the wall, heart thumping against my chest. Sliding down to the floor, I hugged my knees to my chest. "13…"
Hours later, I was still in that position, tucked up against the wall. My hunger no longer concerned me but that last thing he had said to me. 13…13…13… It echoed darkly around in my head, interrupting every thought I had. The door was still open and every so often I would glance up from the floor to it to see if someone was mocking me. No one did, thankfully. The pain in my shoulder slowly ate into me, making every small movement seem like pure agony. I clutched the ruins of my old shirt in my left hand, occasionally dabbing my eyes with it when the pain got too much. A slight movement in front of me caught my eye and I looked up. There stood that small girl with the sad eyes, Nadia. "What's wrong?" She asked, squatting down beside me. I was going to answer her, I wanted to, but I just couldn't. The pain, physical and mental, had drained me so I was just a shell. She seemed to understand this, since she was nodding. "Here, you look like you need it." She pulled a small bread roll from behind her and placed it onto my knee. She gently stroked my hair away from my face. Her eyes were shining with tears as she said "Don't be sad…Please…" I tried smiling but it felt false.
"I'm not."
"You are." She sat down and snuggled into my side. I ran my hand over her hair, smoothing it down.
"Yes I am Nadia, yes I am." One silvery tear ran down my face as I rested my head against the wall behind me.